American Gossip King

Chapter 22 Repairing Circuits

The office lobby was a scene of chaotic activity, bustling with activity.

Ian sat helplessly in his office, lamenting the loss of a good news story.

What frustrated him even more was that his right eye hadn't grown any new tissue.

Not a single number was added.

How could that be?

Ian couldn't understand.

Is it because this time it wasn't exclusively released to CBS, but rather jointly with the Herald?

That shouldn't be happening!

Previous news reports were also jointly released, but this time the lead-up report published more content... because it involved a little girl, so there were more photos than videos.

Could it be that cheat software doesn't like this kind of news?

As he was wondering, he suddenly felt a slight tingling or numbness in his left eye.

Huh?

Ian rubbed his eyes and found that his left eye was still a little sore.

He felt a jolt in his heart and suddenly sat up to look in the mirror.

In the mirror, a line of small words also appeared under my left eye.

"Spread points: 1/1000"

Fake!

So this news is about opening the left eye?

So my left eye is capable too?

Previous news reports all focused on enhancing the right eye, leading Ian to believe he only had a cheat code in one eye.

Unexpectedly, this news actually opened the left eye, and the progress of the two eyes is obviously different, which means that the left eye is only related to the Blazer incident!

How could this happen?

Is it because of the nature of news?

The Charlie Mills and Riverside Villa incidents are typical violent crimes, while the Blazer incident is a sexual crime.

"Holy crap? No way?" Ian muttered.

So different news items correspond to different things?

So how are political and economic news items counted?

Ian couldn't find an answer right away, so he could only study what function his left eye had.

After scanning around, no special feedback was found.

No instruction manual, what a headache!

Ian looked out the window with a puzzled expression.

An electrician is inspecting electrical circuits on the exterior wall of the building across the street.

Ian glanced at it casually, then tried to activate his left eye. The next moment, a hazy light and shadow appeared in his eyes. Ian felt as if he had a different feeling in his heart, as if some memories and skills existed naturally in his consciousness.

I think I've learned how to repair circuits?

Wait, is this a copy?

Can one's left eye replicate other people's abilities?

Ian was momentarily stunned.

Ian tried to copy other people's abilities again, but found it was useless; he could only copy one at a time.

Fake!

What use would I have for circuit repair?

Ian cursed inwardly.

Suddenly, an idea struck Ian, and his eyes lit up.

He pushed open the office door and said to Lloyd in the lobby, "Ron!"

Lloyd turned to look at him: "What is it?"

"Find me an electrician's uniform," Ian replied.

Lloyd was taken aback: "What do you need an electrician's uniform for?"

Ian grinned. "Of course, it's about repairing the circuits."

………………

Two days later, Beverly Hills.

This is the most famous residential area in Hollywood, known as the "most prestigious residential area in the world," and is considered a symbol of wealth and fame.

However, Beverly Hills is actually divided into wealthy and working-class areas, but in a general sense, Beverly Hills refers to the wealthy area.

For paparazzi, the most popular groups to photograph are celebrities and politicians, since they are all famous and have higher news value—in fact, violent news has higher value, but it is riskier and more difficult to obtain clues.

Every day, a large number of paparazzi gather here, trying to find out about a celebrity's private life. As long as they can take a picture, it's a chance to make a fortune.

The relationship between celebrities and paparazzi is like a war without gunpowder, and it will never stop.

Security in the upscale neighborhood is always very strict. The guards are armed, and local police patrol the area regularly. Moreover, due to the large number of celebrities and important figures in the area, all uninvited reporters are prohibited from entering... especially paparazzi.

But that doesn’t mean you can’t get in, since no security guard can know all the residents.

More often than not, they judge you by your expression, attitude, and even your clothing and vehicle.

The Porsche has been sold; without a luxury car, the simplest way is to walk.

Under the cover of night, an elderly man with white hair, dressed in a suit, was slowly walking towards the wealthy neighborhood with a beautiful blonde woman in his arms, laughing and joking as they went.

As the old man walked through the gate, the gatekeeper glanced at him but ultimately said nothing.

After walking through the gate, the two came to a shady spot. Ian took out two hundred dollars and handed it to the girl: "Thank you for your help, beautiful."

The girl blew Ian a kiss while holding the Franklin: "Remember to call me next time something like this happens."

After watching the girl leave, Ian removed his white wig and quickly headed towards Lili Marta's house.

Makeup skills are a skill that Li Yi was born with after his rebirth, and have nothing to do with his predecessor, since his predecessor didn't know anything except eating, drinking, gambling and whoring.

The latest novel is first published here!

He soon arrived at a magnificent villa. The windows were all drawn with curtains, but through the light and shadows reflected in the curtains, he could still tell that many people were singing and dancing, and the booming music was deafening.

There was a bodyguard at the entrance of the villa, and the yard was full of luxury cars.

Ian ignored him and went straight to the outside electrical box to start operating it.

A moment later, there was a snap, and all the lights inside went out.

Then came a string of angry curses.

Ian changed into his electrician's clothes and then waited quietly.

Ten minutes later, the phone rang.

It was Ron Lloyd's voice: "The car has been stopped, but you can go now. But are you sure you want to do that?"

Ian: "Of course."

Lloyd's voice was filled with worry: "You know if they find out, they can blow your head off... You should find someone else to do this."

Ian said calmly, "Don't worry, I can handle it, just don't let that electrician come over."

You have to report the big scoop yourself; news written by others won't increase your reach.

"Don't worry, I bought him a drink as an apology for hitting his car... He's sleeping soundly now."

"Well done."

Lloyd sighed, "I feel like this isn't a journalist's job, it's a secret service job."

Ian replied, "Great journalists can do things that even secret agents can't, like Watergate."

After hanging up the phone, Ian walked towards Lili Marta's villa.

Upon reaching the door, Ian said, "Serati Service Company, here to repair the electrical circuits."

The bodyguard glanced at him, nodded, and said, "Go in."

Ian entered with his bag on his back and began to pretend to inspect the circuit.

He went into the living room, checked the wiring, and casually slipped a miniature wireless camera between the sofas.

Then he left the living room and went upstairs.

A bodyguard asked, "What are we doing upstairs?"

Without turning his head, Ian said, "We need to find out exactly where the line is going wrong; we need to check every part."

In non-professional fields, everyone is an idiot! You can only listen to what others say.

So the bodyguard could only shrug.

Although he dutifully followed Ian, inserting a tiny wireless camera didn't require much effort, especially since Ian would occasionally order him around.

Inserting a few cameras didn't require much work; Ian handled it easily.

He walked downstairs: "I'm going to check the electrical distribution box."

Just as I was leaving, I saw someone walk in through the door.

(End of this chapter)